Archipelago 11-14 Mississippi-Louisiana-Texas

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It was an island, 
a beautiful island - 
a part of Archipelago. 

Posting from Albuquerque (backtracking)

Mar 28 - 31  MISSISSIPPI-LOUISIANA-TEXAS

Continuing from Archipelago 9-11 Florida-Alabama-Mississippi

Thursday March 28 

Woke up at dawn at the rest stop in Mississippi that was just a few miles away from the refuge - the Sandhill Crane National Refuge. "Журавли" - I haven't seen these birds since childhood. I really wanted to...

The road to it was curving between the woods as I drove into the park in the early morning, just after the dawn. I pulled to the admin building; guys standing around with radios - security folk. I got out and walked over, and asked where I can find the birds.

I came to this refuge just for the cranes; I spotted it long ago on a map. I hoped to see them, and the morning was the best time for it. These ones were very rare birds, but I didn't know how they looked - I thought that maybe they are the kind, that I thought was gone from the world; those I saw as a child before they disappeared. I remembered their song - the song of their wings high in the sky; you hardly could see them, they flew above the clouds, and yet you could hear, it was the song that remained inside me, but I couldn't bring it out. I longed to hear it again. I knew that they were most likely another kind of bird; but I still wanted to see them...

I asked, but they didn't know; they had no idea where the birds could be; they were just guys that worked there at night, security guards, and they were about to leave when I pulled up; there was still another hour before the park ranger people would show up, they told me, and I can ask them. There is a trail there, one of them, a large younger guy, said pointing in the direction of the woods - maybe they are there. 

Note: the date/time on my camera s behind; it's morning of 28th.

I went on that trail not waiting for the rangers to show up; if I had any chance to see the birds, it would be in the morning, I knew that.  The trail started very civilized with a lot of signs, but gradually became more interesting and wild. There were all kinds of small birds, they  were everywhere, singing and flying around. The woods were mostly tall pine - the amazing pine that lets light in - the best woods I've encountered on my trip so far. There was water further down the trail, and as soon as I got to that area, I saw racoons on a bank going about their breakfast. First one, then another. I took pictures of them from far, then zoomed forgetting that my zoom doesn't really work, it comes out fuzzy. I made some video (mov-735 to 757 which would have to wait). Here are some pix from the woods:

It was an island. A beautiful island - a part of Archipelago. 

I was there walking around for a few hours listening, looking, and then I realized that I'll not see them. It was time to go. I didn't feel disappointed; Something inside me was singing; a strange forgotten song coming out...  A map of this area as it relates to Louisiana is in order here. 

I went on driving parallel to I-10 looking to go back to the shore by the way of I-110 and R-15 to R-90 towards the Gulf Port, getting hungry and on a lookout for a place to eat breakfast; there were a lot of brand names all over, but I never liked them, and was in a mood for something authentic and yet simple and inexpensive; but nothing was there - 

until suddenly there it was -  just before the bridge and just as I've given up on it...   Mealtime. The  

blackened shrimp with grits. 

I've never tried or heard of it before; I was looking to order eggs and pancakes as I often do, but changed my mind when the waitress suggested it. I took that risk; sometimes I do; it was worth it; I was amazed. The recipe is below.  On the right is a view from the inside the restaurant

And here's the address >

I liked this place that was on a road and yet  right next to the water. It was already pretty late and waiters were not busy and walked around kidding with each other; I watched them as I ate; I liked them.

It was the best breakfast so far!

After the meal I took these pictures, and then got in a car and crossed over the bridge and continued on towards the shore. 

What shore was opening up - it was quite different from the Florida shore; not build up at all; with dwellings that were nice but not imposing; I liked it there. I was in a good mood and was driving slowly looking at the things, and making stops.

Here (below) are some pictures from the Mississippi shore:

Crossing over the bridge I saw a sign for the University and remembered that somewhere there 

was University of Southern Minnesota and there worked Dr.Timothy Morse who ran an Autism Research Project; and that some time ago, I have  unsuccessfully tried to receive their  information regarding that research.

So I stopped and keyed that info into my Ipad and got the bearings for it; I was just a few miles away from it... Here it is below as I drove towards it...

I drove by it first and continued on driving thinking what to do, and the next sign was for the town of Long Beach. That was quite amazing, considering that I live in Long Beach as well.

It was quite a coincidence. I stopped there and got out of the car and went looking around the place, and I happened to walk straight to a couple of old people with a little dog, who looked like they were out of Florida, the one that was no more...

There was also a couple of dudes with large cameras on a sidewalk a bit away next to them; The whole thing was pretty surreal and somehow out of the world, so I watched them for a while, while thinking about other things; They looked at me and I walked up to them and said hello, and stopped. They were shooting a commercial. The dog actually was the main character there and they were supposed to be just the supporting cast; but the whole dynamics of it was somehow striking - the old people and the dog were in a different time zone, while the crew was yet in the other, although not entirely in the present; and I was somewhere in between and somehow on the same plateau with the dog that connected to me first; We were in the warped space and time that I started to recognize and this was a conflagration point of a good kind... 

I asked them if I can make pictures of them while they shot the commercial; they didn't mind at all; so I did; I liked the three of them; Here they are:

  

There was a canopy next to the sidewalk there and I sat down there watching them and shooting my own video of the whole thing, thinking at the same time, if I should try to meet Dr. Morse and how I should go about it.                             

Then I went back to my car and drove back to the University, parked my car in a lot next to the  Hardy Hall (College of Education and Psychology) and went in. Quite an interesting place; I walked into a large hall where students congregated and lunched and worked , where in a far end of it there was a lecture going on behind a glass wall; I walked over there, and sat down there listening for a while, and watching it and the students inside; I haven't been at  Universities for some very long time - things were different. 
When it was over I walked up to the instructor and asked him about the Autism Research Project; he didn't know much about it, but enough to tell me that Dr. Morse wasn't really a part of the department although he was in some way associated with it, and that the funding for the project came mostly from the government. 

I decided then to go to the library which was in the nearby building and see what I can find out there. Besides I was curious if they carried Loud Hands there. It ended up that they didn't and so I have donated the book, and asked about Dr. Morse, and found where the project was, and all the details, and all in all, a phone call was placed to his secretary from the library by the librarian on my behalf and I got to speak to her. I told her that I'm doing research on autism and that I'm from New York, and while apologizing for it asked if I could possibly meet Dr.Morse on a short notice perhaps today or tomorrow. Long story short she gave me a direct number for Dr. Morse personal secretary and made a call and after speaking with her, a message was left for the Dr. who was at the moment unavailable, asking if he could meet with me, and to call me. 

Well that never happened; I didn't really expect it to happen either, but I felt it was necessary to have to go through the process for the purpose of the verification of the prediction model that I am working on. 

Anyway they have now 'Loud Hands' at the library for the autistic self-advocate reference if they ever want one, and I made a few pictures of the library, but not of the librarian who recorded the gift; she was very nice and helpful but too sophisticated for that kind of thing and instead offered to photograph me with the book. A very sharp university lady. 

The project was being run from the Long Beach Middle school, which was not even a mile away and while waiting for Dr. Morse's call, I drove by it and took a picture; here it is ->

Here is also a  link to their mission page and the training they conduct. Needless to say that I have a lot of reservations about it, specifically in regard to their use of children as if they are inanimate objects. Have you ever been an object of the lecture given by a Doctor to the medical students, while you were a patient?  Do you remember how it feels? That's were my reservations come from; yeah - my personal experience...   

By the way here is another link to yet another Autism Research Project (by DOD?) that popped up on my search 

And here is my parting picture. I was having just about enough of this place; it was time to go...  ---------------->

Summary - Events corroborating my prediction model.

I drove out and kept driving by the shore heading towards New Orleans, Louisiana -  I never been there and wanted to get a feel of it for myself.  When I crossed there and stopped at the information center off the road, I got quite amazed; it was the grandest impression so far as regards the Visitors Centers - the grand entry to the rest-room - they were far above anything I've seen so far. One word comes to mind - IMPRESSIVE  - by the size, style, and sheer elegance; I called it bathroom elegance; a bit sarcastic and yet ... 

Got a map of Louisiana and New Orleans and a suggestion to visit French quarters. 
Drove out in the late noon,  stopping on the way at NASA center somewhere off the road, that was already closed - there were things outside of the pavilion - here is a picture of a rocket engine that was outside and impressed me and of tsunami research capsule:

Got to New Orleans around 5:30 PM with just  enough time to walk around and get out of the city when the night comes; I didn't plan to stay there for the night. From French Quarters: walked around; ate cray fish; took a few pictures- here they are:

Perceptions: The place has transitional energy that is generated from the movement of people which has an idling pattern similar to a sink hole that is draining...

Comments: You get drained... Drove out at dark, tired of it.  I had not and idea where to,  just a direction.

WHERE DID I SLEEP. On that 11th night?

NIGHT 11,    First at a truck stop, behind a camper; I got tired driving at night, looking for a right place and not finding it, and just pulled to a truck stop; crawled  to the back of the car and fell asleep;  woke up from the truck noise and excessive light, and drove out, just as another car was pulling out of there as well. Followed it and the signs to the rest stop, which I needed badly, got there, parked next to the restrooms in a huge empty parking lot with just a few cars and campers parked on the perimeter here and there away from the light - there were some dark spots there - and just got out of the car to go to restroom, as a car that I followed out of the truck stop, made a loop and came behind me. 

It was a security guy, who told me that I stopped in a a handicap parking space. He was a young guy looking tired; it was in the late night, and I was tired too and in need of a bathroom. I looked at him and said, showing him the empty lot - man, I said -  it's an empty lot, I just need to go to the bathroom; I'm not parked here for the night! I was both pissed, sarcastic, and urgent - he got it;   I'll be out of here, I said, in a minute, and I looked at him in a disbelief, expressing the nonsense he's been creating. He understood instantly and said -  all right man, all right - and drove off. I went in, took care of my bladder call, picked a darker spot away from the lights, drove there, parked and went to sleep.

Woke up about 7 am, feeling well and refreshed. Shaved and drove off to a boat launch following a car that pulled up with a boat in tow, and now was leaving. It was nearby, right under the highway, and local boaters were pulling in with mostly flat bottom small fishing craft; I watched them for a while launching off. Some were amateurs, but most were people that fish whenever they get a chance, and they did things with efficiency and grace - one guy had two dogs, and they had it to a science, to the precise centimeter of space and motion.  He noticed me evaluating  their motions, and understood and acknowledged - the dogs did too, simultaneously with him - the silent communication where all 4 of us (two man and two dogs)  became aware of each other and joined in this instant communication; his dogs were incredibly independent and knew their part, while attending to the moment and their own interests, and yet amazingly aware of their man companion and his awareness. I watched them pull out and then turned and went to my car parked under the bridge and drove off. I felt good and not thinking of next. 

Somewhere there was a refuge, that I'll be going to.  As I turned the corner thinking of it, the sign to it was right there. I was almost there, just a little over a mile away.  I was in Louisiana and was starting to like it.

This was morning of Friday, March 29

From the road, that I liked more and more, as I headed to the shore - an obscure part that I started to recognize as another island, according to my prediction model...  watching people on the sides of the road fishing or crabbing in a muddy water in ditches that were on the both sides of the road... Here are a few pictures of this area:

  

And then I drove up to a refuge that I didn't notice on a map previously, and I pulled in. There was a group of tall Amish looking people judging by their dress and the way they carried themselves - families traveling with kids; they came in two vans, and were being attended by a ranger - there was a display and an robotic farmer that looked real real, talking about the nature from behind the glass in a little room filled with parents and adults, watching. I went outside - there was a small crock in the water mingling with a turtle and fish - I shot a video of it - it was quite amazing to watch these peaceful animals... There were also beautiful large pinkish birds sitting in the trees a bit too far to name; I thought they might be pelicans.

A few pics here:

these above are from the walk at the Refuge center and another trail there that started about half a mile further south; there was also a safari kind of nature drive that I didn't go on. 

I got out of there and kept driving south on the roads that were going back in time to a spot I felt was right.

And there it is -

 Rutherford Beach   - The kind of place it is -  Pictures first -

View from the bushes - 

Where and how I slept <- and  the flowers that grow in the sand ->

The shot below is in the morning from the bushes where I went to relieve myself; place has no amenities, no cops, and few people. Undisturbed I was sleeping there; There was no hindrance from the law. Places like that are few on the coast; there are some in the north; this was the first I've encountered in the south. 

There were locals checking me out as the night set; in places like that one should be aware of them, not making a game of you. It's rare nowadays but you should be careful and prepared. They came driving by me in the twilight and later in the early night; mine was the only car on the beach, aside from the camper some distance away - the few cars that were there in a day time left with the dark. I was a bit concerned, but I was staying; my three friends with me - my khs. I watched them sitting in cars in the dark some distance behind me on a sandy road leading to the beach; and then finally they left.  I was relieved.  

And then I saw lights coming down the road again - there was another party coming; so after all there may be some action, I thought. But it was not that - this was a special party. They drove to the side away from me - a truck first, followed by another with a camping trailer; they drove away and were gone for some time; then they came back, drove by me; found the middle between my car and the camper some distance away, and started to set up camp. Here (above on the left) is their camp - tents between the vehicles. I saw them in the light of their headlights - there were few families with a lot of kids of all ages; they ran all over; some came close to me as I sat facing the water shielded from the wind that was getting stronger; they made fire, they danced there; I was jealous; I felt like going there but didn't want to intrude.  I liked their camp, the way they set it - I felt they were my people; my tribe.

NIGHT 12

The morning was breezy, but as soon as the sun was up, I got out and jumped in the water that was not bad and swam out far, and they watched me and then their kids started to jump in as well; we watched each other from the distance. I found some partially burnt out sticks and other material that could burn and made a small fire and cooked my serial; and then packed up and left; it was after 11 and I had a long way to go...

There was a ferry crossing; people that looked at me and people who I looked at; silent communications; acknowledgement; recognition... 

I liked that road by the shore -

(if you double-click on these pictures - they open up)

There was a little town on a way called Long Beach, a bit off but I wanted to see it (I live in LB NY) - here it is

And then there was TEXAS -  it entered with a bridge - it was long and what opened up from there was another world.

And still on a side of the road among all that was a little creeper; my favorite; I saw it out of the corner of my eye and stopped; I needed a break anyway...

I shot through Texas 90 miles an hour; By the time night came I was past Austin and kept driving; I didn't want to stop, I just wanted to be out of there.  I was full of energy, from Rutherford beach, but eventually I got tired.

It hit me suddenly, and I pulled to a truck stop to look if there was any place nearby, any kind of green place... There was nothing, so I just pulled behind a truck; covered my windows, and went to sleep;  I woke up it was after 1 am; I slept few hours and  was ready to continue; I wanted to get out of there; I drove for a few hours and ran out of steam again; pulled up to another truck stop, it was about 4 am and slept there till dawn.

NIGHT 13 - Truck stop(2s)

Sunday, March 31 (day 14) finds me driving towards to El Paso. 

Archipelago 9-11 Florida-Alabama-Mississippi

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Mar 26 - 28  FLORIDA-ALABAMA-MISSISSIPPI  

Continued from Archipelago 7-9 Georgia-Florida

Tuesday. March 26  - I got up at dawn and drove off in the direction of Tallahassee. First By way of I-10 and then by the shore, getting somewhere on coastal highway Rt-98 - my notes and recollection obscure - but somewhere on a way encountering a mystical contemplating dawn and pelicans flying over the water.

Drove by the coast; stopped in a little park (I think it was Bald Point State Park) and took a nap off the trail between the dunes. It's still quite cold; the wind seem to be blowing from every direction, and I had hard time finding a spot away from it. Is this unusual for Florida at this time?

Got out the park and went driving West. This coast is rapidly turning yappie. Somewhere there decided to get out of there and go inland. Drove to Crestview (population 21,284 - Jul 2011, Source: U.S. Census Bureau), some way inland off I-10. Did some shopping, gave some food to a couple on bicyclers (seemingly out of money). decided to go to Crestview Library. 

That's definitely and by far the best library I've encountered so far -fast internet connectivity; plenty of space, and just kind of fresh air there...

I had an interesting conversation about Autism with a young librarian there, and donated a book. Here are a

 few pics from the library, etc.. 

This is Marie Garcia with her beautiful smile.

By the time I got out of the library it was just about time to get going and find a place for the night.  Decided to go further inland see what's it's like there... 

Drove TO BLACKWATER RIVER STATE FOREST looking for a campground, that was near Hurricane lake there according to the map.

The signs there are really really confusing and misleading. I am surprised now I got as close as I got. 

Somewhere on a way I was compelled to stop and snap a picture. I'm getting into a habit of it (this is the other part of the training - extending myself to do it almost automatically without thinking), and that is what happened with this picture below. I really like this picture, looking at it now. I think it's the best I've got so far!

This picture is very close to the turn going towards Hurricane lake which is still quite a few miles out there somewhere. I got real close but I didn't find the  turn in the dark. There were quite a few old and faint log roads going into the woods; I got off the paved road and drove in, got to a good spot; popped my hatch and went to sleep in a car that way - it was just like a small lean-to; I had car walls on the sides but the back of the car was open with a canopy that was created by open hatch door. Here is a shot of the woods from there just as the last light was going away, and the same woods in the morning.

The woods there are coniferous and got a bit burned at the bottoms; there was probably a fire not too long ago; the trunks of trees are charred; there's mostly mature trees; perhaps small ones got burned out.

That was NIGHT 9

Wednesday, March 27

In the morning I found the lake and the campsite, I was real close to it where I camped out in the woods. It was nice - real nice, a small camp, and the people there were most likely local people who came to fish or just to be in the woods, but it was still too crowded for my taste, and it was too early and cold. I drove around the lake looking for another access but didn't find it; ended out
driving out and not staying there...
I wanted though to go a bit further north to find other lakes that were on a map, but overshot and ended out somewhere on a log road looking for a way out, with GPS not working there, or working intermittently failing at the important junctures. Drove on some log roads, but eventually got out.

Once I got out of the park I decided to go to the shore; got lost again trying to get there, but eventually after circling who knows where ended in the  Perdido Key State Park on the Bay Side which is almost on the border with Alabama.

The weather was still cold, but I needed to refresh myself, since I didn't wash or anything since waking up in the Blackwater forest, so I went for a short run to warm up, and then jumped into the water, which was pretty warm and  swam a bit, and after that stretched on a beach, and just hung there for a while, thinking of things, until I realized that it was getting a bit late, and I should go back inland if I want to spend the night without hindrance from the cops. The place there was all hotels and upkeep for reach folks; that little beach was the only place left, and it was tiny, and I was sure people were chased out of there as soon as it got dark.  So I got out and drove towards Alabama;  It was 2:20pm at a time.   

Stopped in Foley, population 14900+   and went to the library in Foley, AL  (off R-98)

Had a very interesting conversation about autism with Martha. This is their card; she got it for me for the record. Thank you Martha.  

When I got out it was getting late and I needed to find a place to spend the night. Decided to go to a little park not far from Mississippi border -  Meaher State Park, MVI-727 - and to spend a night there at the campground and then from there in the morning to go to Sandhill Crane National Refuge, there next morning.

By the time I got to Meaher State Park, MVI-727,  it was already pretty late, and the staff was probably gone for the night, although it was still quite light; they have a really sophisticated system there that looked somewhat like a prison camp with a wired fence and the gate with a padlock that was over 10 feet tall. 

Not really a place I felt like going into.  But right across from it on the other side of the pkwy was some other place that looked interesting, so I went there to check it out - it was some kind of offices of the Dept. of Fisheries in a large lot, surrounded by a groove of trees on a hill going down to the bank of the bay. I parked there out of sight and went for a walk. I should have stayed there for the night, sleeping in the groove, as it was already close to 7 pm, but decided to go on, and drove out after I came back, and got on I-10 driving through and out of Alabama.

Ended up stopping in Mississippi not far from the refuge  at the rest stop, that was kind of off the road and had a lot of trees; parked my in a dark corner, away from the buildings, and after resting there for a while, decided not to continue; this was not a bad place to sleep at all, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get into the refuge at such a late time and find a place there.  So I  just stretched in the back of a car and slept there.  The road went quiet fairly soon as well as truckers got off the road to rest. I slept well and got up early at 6:30 with dawn.

That was NIGHT 10

Thursday March 28, got  up at dawn at the rest stop and drove to the refuge.  It was just about 10 min away from the rest stop, as I found out.

Archipelago 7-9 Georgia-Florida

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Mar 24 - 26 GEORGIA-FLORIDA  

Continued from  Archipelago 4-7 Carolinas

Notes from Jekyll Island, Georgia -

Sunday March 24  - Drove through rain leapfrogging SC to Georgia and now at Jekyll island.It's about noon.  The place is impeccably clean and manicured to perfection; no blade of grass is overlooked, no blade of grass is there on it's own volition; nothing wild is allowed - the place is under control. I felt immediately, even as I drove on a road to it, that this island probably is not a place for me, but it was not entirely prohibitive, and I wanted to see the ocean.  

I drove past the convention center going left (north). It's real warm here - which is quite incredible after the cold weather I left behind, and the ocean is beautiful green;  I jumped into the water twice; swam a bit, it's real shallow there, going far out; Water still cold but I got refreshed...

Drove to check out the campsite on the northern end of the island. I liked the island there a bit more; there was a lot more nature there left to be on it's own, but it still was very crowded. 

I looked at the campsite from behind the fence they had separating it from the rest; I knew that this campground might be the only place I'll be able to stay at, since this island was definitely not the one where you can just sleep on a beach; so after driving out and around a bit I decided to check it out. It was nice but they wanted $23 a night and it was packed with people like sardines. ->

Drove away, found a spot at the tip of the island and dried my tent and sleeping bag; then went for a walk on a trail nearby, quite an interesting place...

I walked there for a while and made a few pictures and a video thinking at the same time if I can maybe sleep on a beach there, but this wasn't really a good place for that.  

I spent some time there and then drove off going back to the center of the island to a little store; I wanted to mail a card back home. 

This whole island is about tourism, for people who can spend money; the center of the island is all grand hotels and as you go away from the center they get a bit smaller like this one on the left, and even further you see houses for rent and the place gets a bit more natural as you get to the tips of the island.

So I mailed the card and it's 7:23 pm now and I think I'll try to stick here for the night. 

Drove to the southern part of the island, to the very tip of it. There is a secluded parking lot on the south tip; I think it's a local hangout judging by a few cars and the crowd there. That might be a good spot for the night.  Parked my car in a side corner of the park, and went off on by the shore some decent distance from the car walking on a beach next to a groove (woods/barrens) right by the water - there was nobody there and the tide was coming up - I could sleep off the beach right next to it, behind the protection of the trees under the open sky - - it looked perfect. 

Went back to the car, opened a can, ate, put my sleeping bag, pad, and my knife in a backpack; and went there. It was a really beautiful night with the stars and the moon, and it was warm in the beginning; but some time later on, the wind came from the shore, a real brutal wind and it got real cold. The wind was fierce although there were no clouds at all - it was strange! I got so cold I thought of going back to the car, but the tide was high and I couldn't walk back on the beach to it, so I got up and moved further inland behind the trees that were swaying wildly and found a depression in the ground where the wind didn't reach and slept there till morning; once I got there I was OK and warmed up. 

That was NIGHT 7

Here is a look back from about half way to the spot where I spend the night, and you can see my car between the trees.  The groove of trees and bushes, is pretty dense on the right. 

This walkway on the beach is all covered by the water all the way to the trees at a high tide as you can see

 The groove of trees and bushes, is pretty dense off the beach on the right with tall plants and diverse trees. I settled right behind a tall handsome cypress - there was just a perfect bed of sand between the plants; from there I had a good view of things, but it would be pretty hard to spot me there if somebody went looking.

<-- My sleeping spot is to the right of here

Monday, March 25.  Got up after 7 am. Drove to the center of the island. Tried to work on my laptop next to the Convention center there, the internet access there was not too bad, but doing it from the car just doesn't pan out...  Decided to go. Will try to do it from some library on the way down South.

Good Bye Jekyll Island.  You still have a few good spots. I wonder for how long.

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Drove all the way down south partly on 95, partly getting off it driving 25/17 all the way to Kingsland; it's a town in GA close to Georgia-Florida border - Population 15,913 per Jul 2011 U.S. Census Bureau

Did a bit of work there typing my notes and loaded pictures and video on my laptop, but didn't get too far. It was getting late. Checked their Autistic catalog; asked librarian, an older friendly woman if they had Loud Hands; ended up donating it; asked if I could take a picture of her with the book; she didn't mind. 

<-so here it is:  Thank you Margie Rose!

Getting out of the library, decided to go further south, cross over to Florida and try Little Talbot Island State Park there; it's a park situated off R-1A right on the ocean side.

Got there just before the sunset but the park itself was closed; there was a gate; drove on a road through as the sunset was progressing; it was a village of a kind, real nice, with dwellings spread out far away from each other but close enough, so I couldn't just park the car and go into the park that was on both sides - it was truly beautiful place.

As I drove almost to the end where the boat launch was there was a young ranger parked on a side helping another guy with the boat in a tow; I stopped and asked if there is a place to camp out there. He said No; but told me that I might find some lodging place back in a little town which was about 12 miles back, from where I came, once I cross the bridge. 

 

Coming to the park, I had to cross bay that about maybe 8th of a mile wide. I drove back but stopped to make a few pictures - the sunset was spectacular but I couldn't get to a good spot in time: still here they are:

When I drove back to the bridge - there was a small parking lot right next to it on the left side, some boat launch there; it was empty now. I parked there and walked off in a twilight on the shore; it was quite similar to the place I spend the previous night at Jekyll Island, except it was closer to the road; but the road was very quiet, with just a few cars by now crossing the bridge. I walked for a bit, and then saw a good spot some distance away from the car. Then I went back; packed my sleeping gear into a bag; ate a can of corn; put another layer of warm clothes on, locked my car, I hoped it would be alright there unattended; it wasn't really obvious from the road; and went off by the shore and slept in a groove, nice place but the wind was cold and furious; the second day in a row, with skies as clear as it could be. How is it possible? 

The wind is rising! Cold biting wind.

That was NIGHT 8

Tuesday. March 26  - got up at dawn and drove off in the direction of Tallahassee.



                                                                                                                                              

{what is it about language on my mind? things becoming clearer as I'm training my recorder and my hand to be an extension of my speech. Some day I might listen to my mumbles?}